The Shoggoth Secret - Lovecraftian Erotica - Plot & Excerpts
He'd called in to work and told them he was sick. He justified it to himself by claiming that if he didn't get some downtime he would get sick. His college classes and job ate up his entire life, so he felt the need to get out and do something else, anything else, for a day or two. Money being an issue, as it always was for him, he was out in the woods, not quite hiking, just walking around and trying to relax. Hey, he thought, there's a stream over there. Maybe I'll go soak my feet for a little while. It's hot out for late spring in New Hampshire. He wandered over to the stream and kicked off his shoes and socks. A nearby boulder drew his attention so he sat down on it and dangled his feet in the water. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head as he leaned back and looked at the stream. A shimmer of light on the water caught his gaze. As he stared at it, a slight breeze cooled his forehead and the shimmer began to dance, moving this way and that. What the hell? It must be a reflection, but from what?
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